Sorry for the delay, but I finished my holidays last week and I've been busy getting back to work.

However, don't worry, I promise I'll give you a new chapter before the weekend. Besides, I've been working in my other fics as well, and I'll resume posting chapters to Discovering Ourselves in the next couple of weeks. And I've got more surprises towards the end of the month or the beginning of October, one of them a sequel to Weasleys' Wondrous Wand!

Enjoy!

Chapter 4

White Sands, Cold Waters and Warm Nights

The moment Ron closed the door, after getting dressed in shorts and shirt (and he had complained about the hot weather in England!), he realised he had left the key inside. Cursing himself, he checked the corridor before using his wand to open it again and take the damned thing before exiting the room again knocking on Hermione's door.

"It's me," he announced loudly.

"I knew it was you, Ron," said she when she opened. She was already dressed, but he had caught her while trying to tame her hair.

"You look fantastic," he said, staring at her body. She had put on a short, flouncy green skirt and a white sleeveless top that showed just a bit of cleavage.

"Thank you, Ron. So do you, by the way. Just give me a minute to put some order on this jungle and we'll go down."

"You should let it be," said Ron, leaning against the doorframe of her bathroom. "I love your hair just the way it is."

"Because it doesn't get in your eyes or your mouth, for starters," she replied, staring at her reflection while she worked her brush through his mane of curls. "And I don't want to frighten the people at the restaurant the moment we walk in."

Ron chuckled. "Don't exaggerate, Love."

"Well, not too bad, I guess, which, in my case, is almost good," she said after a couple of minutes, tilting her head to different sides to check the result.

"You look beautiful."

Hermione turned her face towards him and smiled. "You're just saying that because I helped you cum three times today."

"No, I'm saying it 'cause it's true. The three orgasms mean that you're an amazing girlfriend, not beautiful."

Hermione laughed and held onto his shoulders to give him a brief, but sensual, kiss.

"Mmmh, Hermione … if you keep doing this I'll end up throwing you on your bed and fucking you senseless once more," he moaned against her soft, inviting lips.

"And I'd love that very much," she purred. "However," she added in her normal tone, "we've got to meet my parents. Come on."

They left her room, hand in hand, and then took the lift. When they walked into the reception, they realised her parents weren't there. They took a little detour, checking a big room next to the reception full of sofas and armchairs where one could read magazines and loads of newspapers, but nothing. Hermione looked at her watch.

"It's been thirty-seven minutes," Hermione commented. "They should be here soon. Unless they had the same idea as us and ended up in bed, of course …"

Ron groaned, grimacing. "Fuck, Hermione, don't put such images in my head!"

"Sorry," she said, looking amused.

"I don't know how I'm going to look at their faces without —"

"You'll know soon," she cut him in, looking past him and towards the elevators. "There they are."

"Refreshed, dears?" asked Hermione's mother, who looked especially chirpy and whose eyes were bright with happiness. A sudden image of her moaning forced Ron to move his eyes off her and onto her husband, who had one hand around her shoulders. He seemed pretty cheerful as well, smiling brightly.

Ron considered a miracle that he didn't blush.

"Yes," responded Hermione. "Should we take a walk, then, before lunchtime?"

"Yes, let's see the village."

The two couples walked out of the hotel into the sunny morning. They crossed the street to the promenade on the other side, and then stopped for a moment, watching the crowded beach over the balustrade that bordered it.

"I'm looking forwards to a relaxing afternoon in here," commented Hermione's mum. "But lunch first. Come on, let's go."

Both couples, hand and hand, began to walk, without hurry, along the promenade, looking around and making small talk. Ron felt a bit overwhelmed by how many people were here in this little village. Most of the buildings in front of the beach had restaurants with terraces on the ground floor, and, despite it was a bit early, they were full of people.

"I believed that, in Spain, people had lunch later," commented Ron.

"They're not having lunch," explained Hermione. "It's very common in Spain to have a drink with some appetizers before lunch while on holiday or during weekends. They call it aperitivo, or Vermouth, as that's one of the most popular drinks consumed during it, along beer."

"Drinks and food before actual lunch? Sounds like a fantastic idea."

"Hungry already?"

"I'm Ron Weasley, ain't I?"

"You are," said Hermione with a chuckle.

They walked for about twenty minutes or so, until they decided it was time for lunch. They chose a restaurant that looked good (which, in Ron's language, was just another word for expensive), and sat down at a table on the terrace.

"Well, this zone is famous for its seafood, so what about that?" suggested Hermione's father.

Ron had never tried seafood, so he agreed. Hermione and her mother liked the idea as well, so Mr Granger called for the waiter and ordered a mixture of the different types of seafood they offered. He also asked for a bottle of Albariño, a kind of white wine made in the area and that apparently made a great combination with the seafood. Hermione also asked for water, and, though Ron wanted to try the wine, he had become a fan of coke, so he asked for one of those.

The waiter brought some appetizers for starters, while they waited for the main course.

"So — what do you think, Ron?" asked Hermione's father, just after taking a sip of his wine and declaring it 'fantastic.'

"Not bad," Ron admitted. He had also tasted the wine, and it certainly was good. "But I prefer the coke."

Mr Granger laughed. "I was talking about this place, Vilamar."

"Oh." He looked around. "It's amazing, really. Thank you again for bring me with you."

Mr Granger made a dismissive gesture with his hand. "Hermione is happy to have you here, and we want her to be happy."

Hermione blushed a bit. "Dad, don't embarrass me. If Ron had gone to Rumania, I would be alone with you two and goodbye to your 'romantic holiday'."

"Can't deny that, I suppose," admitted her father, giving his wife a flirtatious, amused smile.

As promised, the seafood was amazing, and though he liked the coke better, the wine really was a great addition. He only had a couple of glasses, however, not wanting to get tipsy or anything like that in front of Hermione's parents. Even Hermione drank a bit, though she mostly stuck to water.

After enjoying a good, homemade dessert and her father had paid the bill (11,500 pesetas, Ron was afraid even o ask how much that was in galleons), they got up.

"Well, with such a fantastic weather, we should go the beach. Let's go back to the hotel and change," Mr Granger said, looking around.

They walked back slowly, enjoying the soft breeze. Hermione's parents moved a bit faster, so, when Ron and Hermione finally reached their rooms, they were already in theirs.

"So, I'll finally get to see what you bought, then?" he asked her.

Hermione gave him a seductive, mysterious smile. "Yes."

"Is it a bikini?"

"Maybe," she replied, flirtatious. Ron groaned.

"Hermione, you're killing me."

She let out a laugh and then leaned up for a quick kiss. "Put on the dark swimming trunks, Ron."

"Okay. But what about you?"

"You'll have to wait a bit for that. But I promise you'll love it."

"Fuck …"

"Later," she promised with a seductive whisper, and gave him another kiss before entering her room and closing the door.

Ron started at it for a moment, as in a daze, and then moved away, shaking his head. He used the bathroom, brushed his teeth and then took his shorts and pants off, putting the trunks on. Then grabbed his towel and, putting it over his shoulder, got out of the room and leaned against the wall next to Hermione's door. While he waited, her parents came out, ready for the beach: Mr Granger was wearing swimming trunks and a t-shirt, like him; Mrs Granger was wearing a light sundress.

"Ready, Ron?" she asked with a smile.

"Yeah."

"Have you ever been to the beach before?"

"Yes, with my family, though it's been years since last time," said Ron. "But the weather is much warmer here."

"Certainly," said Hermione's father. He had just closed his mouth when Hermione opened the door and joined them. She was wearing the same outfit as before, and he couldn't help but wonder what she was had under it.

"Ready," she said, smiling at them. "Let's go."

They exited the hotel and crossed the street, then descended the stairs. Hermione, which had put on some sandals, took them off, digging her small feet in the sand.

"Oh, feels so nice," she said, delighted. "Ron, you should take off those trainers before sand get in."

Ron nodded and did as told. He had already taken off his socks in the room, so he grabbed his trainers in his hand and then moved to the sand. "Oh, it's so warm …"

They walked for a bit, searching for a free spot for the four of them. When they found one, they extended the towels and Ron sat down on his, looking around. He saw Hermione's father taking off his own t-shirt, and he did the same. His torso, however, was not comparable. Mr Granger was rather tanned, while his chest could blind anyone who looked, pale as he was. Maybe taking off his t-shirt was not a good idea under this sun. He should have cast a Sun Protection Charm while in the room.

"I've got sunscreen cream for all of us," said Hermione, kneeling on the towel. She rummaged inside her bag and took out a plastic bottle, passing it to him. "Extend some over your chest, arms and legs."

Ron nodded and lay down, squeezing the bottle to put some globs on his skin. He started to rub it around when Hermione, still on her knees, grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it over her head to take it off. His hand stopped as he just stared at her, his eyes wide and mouth gaping. Okay, he had seen her in incredibly sexy lingerie, but still, the black bikini she was wearing … Fuck … She looked amazing. His eyes moved over the bottoms, with thin strips that hugged her hips. Though they covered more than most of her panties, they looked fantastic on her pussy, and he wished she would turn around to get a look at her ass. And the top … Fuck, two triangles that held her perfect tits wonderfully.

He tried to close his mouth, gulping, and felt that he should say something, yet he didn't dare, with her parents so close to them. However, as she folded her dress, she caught his stare and smiled at him.

"Ron, the sunscreen," she said, giving him a teasing smirk. Ron, gulping again, resumed moving his hands, taking his eyes of her before his trunks became a tent. Maybe, just maybe, being in a public place in just trunks with an almost naked Hermione was not the best idea …

When he finished covering his body, he passed the bottle to her, seeing that her parents were also putting sunscreen on their bodies. Hermione's mother was wearing a bikini as well, though a bit more modest than Hermione's, and he had to admit that she looked really good as well. Then, realising where his thoughts were going, averted his gaze to look at his girlfriend. Only that she had now pouring cream over her flat belly and rubbing her skin with it, so he lay down quickly, looking up at the blue sky and taking deep breaths. Definitely, this was going to be the most wonderful kind of hell, so he tried to concentrate of the people playing in the water.

"Ron, you should put some on your back as well," said Hermione after a bit. He turned to look at her and saw her skin glistening. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

"I can't reach there and — well, I cannot use my wand, can I?" he said, lowering his voice.

"Turn over then. I'll put it on you."

"You will —?" he started to say, looking at her as if she was insane.

"Well, as you say, you can't put it on yourself, can you? Come on, turn over and let me."

Ron, thinking this was a terrible idea, turned over to lay on his stomach. Hermione moved to kneel next to him on his towel. He heard her putting some cream on her hands. Then he realised her father was doing the same to her mother, so he supposed this was normal and — fuck, would she want him to put sunscreen on her back as well?

He felt her put her hands on his skin and he almost jumped.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's just — it's a bit cold," he said, his voice strained.

"Sorry," she said, and then began to move her hands over his back. It was something completely innocent, yet he felt his cock twitch a bit.

Fortunately, she finished soon, and then, giving his shoulder a squeeze, lay down on her towel, also on her stomach. She threw her hair to the other side and looked at him, a smile on her face. "Can you return the favour?"

Fuck, has she to be so fucking alluring?

He gulped and just nodded. He moved to her towel, and his eyes roamed over the expanse of slightly tanned, delicious skin on her back, only marred by the back strap of her bikini top. Then his eyes landed on her ass, which looking nothing short of spectacular. Though the back of her bottoms covered her cheeks almost completely, he could see just an inch of flesh on the bottom. He couldn't help but admire it, and then, almost on their own, his eyes followed the hem of the fabric to the juncture of her thighs, where her pussy was …

Oh, fuck, he thought, feeling his cock already hardening. How was he going to survive this?

Taking a deep breath, he poured cream over her back and then began to rub it. She let out a sigh of contentment that did nothing for his growing condition. Luckily, Hermione's mother was now putting cream on his father, so they were distracted. Quickly, he extended cream over her back and her sides, and his fingers grazed her breasts. Upon realising that, he moved his hands away at once, not wanting to maki his condition worse, or make her mad for touching her inappropriately while in front of her parents. However, it became evident that was not a concern he should have when he saw her smile a bit. She was playing with him, the minx!

He moved to the small of her back and was about to stop when she said, "Ron, make sure I'm covered to the very waistband of my bikini, that part of the skin is very sensitive …"

Suppressing a groan, he did as told, going as far as moving his thumbs under the bikini, touching the slight slope of the upper part of her bum. Fuck, he wanted nothing more than to grab and squeeze those perfect cheeks.

Shit …

"Done," he said, and, even as he talked, he moved to his towel and lay down on his stomach, trying to conceal his hard on. Hermione, who was looking at him, smiled devilishly.

"Thank you," she said.

"You're killing me," he muttered in such a low voice that only she could hear him.

Her smiled widened. She reached for him with her hand and touched his forehead, moving one of his locks away from his face. Then, she moved a bit and grabbed one of her books from her bag. It was one of those she had bought at Flourish and Blott's, but she had enchanted it so it looked like a Muggle book.

She began to read a bit, telling him about things to see. He listened for a bit, commenting on a couple things but ended up falling asleep.

"Ron. Ron, wake up."

"Ummh, wha'? 'Ermione …?"

"You should turn over a bit, you've been lying on your stomach for more than half an hour."

Ron groaned a bit and blinked a few times. The truth was that he felt rather hot. And sweaty.

"Did you have a good nap?" she asked with a smile.

"Mmmh," he said. Well, at least his cock had gone limp again.

He turned over and sat up, stretching his arms a bit. And then he realised they were alone.

"Where are your paah-rents?" he asked with a yawn.

"They went for a walk ten minutes ago."

He nodded and looked at the water, which, given how hot he felt, looked fresh and inviting. There were much more people in there now, and they seemed to be having a great time.

"Do you want to go for a swim?" he asked her.

She looked at the water, pondering his suggestion. "Mmmh, we can try …" she finally said, though she didn't look very sure.

Ron arched an eyebrow at her.

"Afraid of a little water, Hermione?" he teased.

"Honestly, Ron, I've been in the sea plenty of times before. It's just — well, this is the Atlantic, not the Mediterranean …" she looked up at him, who was still smirking, and he saw the resolve form in her face. "Okay. Let's go."

He jumped to his feet and extended his hand to help her up. Hand in hand, they moved closer to the water. They had reached the wet sand when a little wave came crashing and covered their feet.

"Holy fuck!" said Ron while Hermione let out a loud gasp and grasped his hand tighter in hers. "I thought it would be warmer!"

She gave him an 'I told you so' look. "See why some people prefer swimming pools?" she asked. "Actually, the water is warmer on the northern coast, but the weather is much better here."

Ron frowned at her, confused. "But that doesn't make sense. Shouldn't water be hotter in the South?"

"Normally it is, but here it's the other way around, due to the currents coming from the Caribbean Sea that touch the northern coast and the effects of the wind."

"Okay," said Ron, though he hadn't understood anything. "Well, we're Gryffindors, aren't we?" he said, trying to sound brave. "And well, it's not colder than in the southern coast of England, so let's go in!" he exclaimed, moving towards the sea and pulling on Hermione's hand.

"Ron, no, it's too cold!"

"Come on, Hermione! You only notice it for a second, then your body gets accustomed to it!" he assured, pulling more. The water now reached the top of his knees (and just below the middle of her thighs). Shit, it was really cold.

"Roooon!" she protested, shivering a bit.

Knowing this wouldn't work, he gave him a devilish smile and then, in a quick move, took her in his arms. She began to kick, but he just laughed as he moved deeper into the sea.

"Ron! Release me!" she demanded, slapping him on the shoulder. He lowered her a bit, and her bum touched the water. At once, she straightened her body, throwing her arms around his neck. "No! No, hold me up! Don't let me fall, please!"

Ron started to laugh, until a new wave came towards them and caused his groin and lower belly to be underwater.

"Fucking fuck!" he yelled.

"Cold?" she asked, smug.

"Shit, I think my cock just froze!"

"Ron, that's crude!" she said, laughing.

"Well, it's the truth," he defended himself.

"Maybe I could warm it?" she said, teasing, and, sliding a hand down his chest, she discretely cupped his groin. The moment she touched it, she raised an eyebrow. "Seems rather small right now — for you, I mean."

"Believe me, it's a miracle it hasn't tried to sneak into my groin. Shit, can't we use Magic to warm the water up?"

Hermione laughed. "There's quite a lot of it, don't you think?" she commented. "It serves you right, you know, for being a prat. I was happy on the shore."

"Did you call me a prat?"

"Yes. In fact, right now you're a small-dicked prat."

"Small —?" he started to say, staring at her with his mouth hung-open.

"Yes," she confirmed, grinning.

Ron narrowed his eyes, and then, before she could say anything, he flexed his knees, causing them both to be submerged in the cold sea. Ron regretted it at once, as, the moment the water covered him, he felt as if the air was knocked out of his chest. He quickly got back to his feet and spluttered, shivering.

"R-Ron I'm — I'm going t-to — cough! — kill y-y-you!" he heard Hermione yell. He wiped his face and opened his eyes to look at her. She was shivering, her arms tightly entwined.

"Fuck, it's really cold!" he said. "Okay, okay, not my best idea, so — fuck!"

"What!?" she asked. He had just noticed that her nipples had gone rock hard, and they were protruding though the soft fabric of her bikini. His cock stirred a bit despite the temperature. "You're ogling my breasts?" she hissed, noticing the direction of his gaze.

"Fuck, yeah …" he muttered, and then embraced her, her chest pressed against him. "Better?" he asked, rubbing her back.

"No!" she replied.

"Maybe I could suck on your nipples," he whispered against her cheek. "Fuck, I really want to."

"You're such a pervert …"

"That's the cauldron calling the kettle black, don't you think?"

She slapped his chest again.

"Well, it's true," he added.

"Idiot," she replied, and then shivered again. "Let's swim a bit, it'll warm us up. It's either that or I go back to the towel."

"Okay."

So they began to swim, slowly at first, but soon they turned it into a race. Surprisingly, and despite Ron's long limbs, Hermione soon left him behind. Ron tried to move faster, but wasn't able to keep up. However, he realised that going behind her gave him frequent views of her shapely bum, so he didn't mind. Finally, after a good ten minutes, Ron stopped, submerged to below his chest, and tried to regain his breath. Hermione, however, kept going for a bit, then turned round and swam back towards him. She stopped just in front of him, the water reaching the top of her breasts, a smirk on her face.

"Tired already?"

"Yeah. Where did you learn to swim like that?"

"I used to go swimming before going to Hogwarts. Mum and Dad said it was good for my back, as I used to spend a lot of time bent over books. I still go sometimes, at summer."

"Now that makes sense."

"Why? You didn't think I could beat you at any sport?" she provoked him.

"Mmmh, no, no. But my legs are much longer, so I was sure I could go faster."

"But you don't move them efficiently while swimming. You waste a lot of energy. But well, I could teach you, I suppose," she boasted, looking at him with an air of superiority and a smug smile.

Ron reached for her and pressed her body against his. "You cheeky witch," he muttered. It was then that he realised there was no one near them, and they were rather far from the shoreline. The beach was quite flat, so one could get far into the sea and still be able to stand on their feet and keep the head above the water.

He kissed her, and she responded, moaning into his mouth. His hands went to her back, and he caressed it, his fingers grazing the silky fabric of her bottoms. And then he realised he had forgotten to tell her something important, so he broke the kiss and looked down, at her tits, pressed against his chest.

"By the way, I haven't told you yet how good you look in this bikini …"

She looked up at him, the hint of a smile curving her lips. "You like it, then?"

He scoffed. "You know very well how much I do. You noticed me getting hard when you asked me to put the sunscreen on you. I had to make a really big effort not to grab and squeeze your ass in front of your parents."

She gave him a saucy smile. "Well, my parents are not here …" she replied, her voice suggestive.

Ron kissed her again, and his hand went to her ass, cupping it over the bikini. That wasn't enough, though, so he slid his hands under the fabric and grabbed a good handful in each hand, squeezing with relish. She moaned into his mouth and then she put her legs on his waist. He held her by her ass, relishing the way those round cheeks felt on his palms, and snogged the living daylights out of her. Hermione played with the hairs on his nape, but, after a bit, she moved one of them and reached down to cup his own ass under his trunks.

"Your ass looks amazing in these as well," she whispered. Ron, already hard despite the cold, squeezed harder and pressed her against him, his cock rubbing against her pussy.

"Warm already?" he asked in a low voice, nipping at her chin and lips playfully.

"More than before," she whispered back.

Ron stared at her, with her wet curls falling around her face, her cheeks rosy due to the cold of the water, and those big, bright brown eyes looking at him with adoration …

He claimed her mouth again, his entire body exploding with the love he felt for this amazing woman. Hermione moaned and responded with equal passion, her tongue delving into his mouth in seek of his. Ron squeezed her ass again, spreading his hands as much as he could, the tips of his fingers delving into her crack and brushing her asshole.

"You drive me mad, Hermione. Completely. Bloody hell, I'd fuck you right now …"

"Gods, Ron," she said, almost panting.

He kissed her again, and this time it was his tongue the one to be thrust into her mouth, imitating what his cock wanted to do to her perfect pussy. Only this wasn't enough. It could never be enough …

He made a quick scan around, and seeing that they were at least twenty yards away from the closest group of people, and that they were engrossed in playing with a ball, he moved one hand from her ass to her front and shoved it under her bikini, cupping her pussy.

"Ah, Ron!" she gasped.

"Fuck, your so slippery," he moaned against her lips, moving his fingers along her slit. "I love touching your pussy, it feels so smooth. And this hair here, fuck …" he trailed off, pressing the tips of his index and middle fingers against her clit.

"Ron, what are you do—-oooh-innng?" she squealed when he began to rub.

"Isn't it obvious, love?"

She tried to close her legs but, as she still had then wrapped around him, it was impossible. "Ron, we're outside, in public. There are — oooh — people near us, they'll — oh, gods! — see!"

"They won't" he whispered huskily. "But if you want me to stop …" he added, moving his fingers faster.

"I — yes, you should — Oh, fuck it, you still owe me for the blowjob in the plane. Keep going! Keep going, Ron!"

Ron smirked against her lips. "That's my naughty girl," he said. "I want you to cum for me, Hermione. I want your pussy juices in the sea, I want to see you coming undone. But you'll have to be quiet, love …"

"Ron, Ron …" she chanted, her chest moving up and down with her heavy breathing. Ron kept moving his fingers and she buried her face on the crook of his neck to muffle her moans. Ron looked around, making sure they looked just like an affectionate couple.

He could feel his wrist starting to get cramped due to the awkward position, but he kept going. She was bucking her hips rhythmically, and her arms were tightening the embrace around his neck, indicating an imminent orgasm.

"Cum for me, Hermione," he ordered, his left hand squeezing her ass harder. "Cum hard. Cum for me now and I promise I'll fuck that tight pussy of yours so good tonight you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"Ron, oh, oh, Roooon ... I'm cumming for you, Ron, just don't stop. Oh, don't stop, don't stop don't —" Her embrace turned almost painful and she dig her nails into his back as her hips moved wildly against his fingers, "Ohhh, I'm cumming, I'm cummiiinnnng!" she exclaimed, and then bit his neck to stop her screams while she rode out her climax.

When she finally stopped moving, he took his hand from under her bikini and simply held her, relishing the soft movement of her heaving tits against his chest

"Finally warm?" he asked after a minute.

"Mmmh," she purred. "Ron, that was amazing … Very daring and quite inappropriate, but amazing …"

"I live to please," he joked. She let out a giggle and then put her foot back on the sand, turning her face up to look at him. She brought his mouth down for a kiss, and he gave her ass another squeeze. They kept kissing, slowly but steadily. Ron drank from her lips, basking in her adoration. Wanting to feel more, he moved his right hand from her ass to her side, and then up to cup her left tit over her bikini.

"Ron …" she whispered against his lips.

"I love how you taste. Everywhere," he said, taking her mouth in another kiss while he kept kneading her breast.

And then he grabbed his dick over his trunks.

"Oh, fuck!"

"You're rather hard, despite the cold," she commented.

"Well, how could I not be, when I just rubbed the sexiest woman on Earth, wearing such a skimpy bikini, until she came on my fingers?"

"Hey, this bikini is not skimpy!"

"You mean there are ones with less fabric?"

"Of course. Didn't you see what some of the other girls were wearing?"

"To be honest, I only had eyes for you."

Clearly, that wasn't the answer she was expecting, but it seemed it was the absolute correct one, because she threw herself at him and snogged him wildly, her hand still stroking his cock.

"Ron, I know you owed me, but — do you want me to wank you off?" she asked. "I could — Ron, jump, quickly!" she shouted, her eyes wide as he looked at something over his shoulder. Ron, not understanding, began to turn round to see what she was watching, but, before he could, he was hit by a large, high wave, and they rolled in the water, dragged away by its force. He spluttered and coughed, not knowing whether he was upside down or up, until he finally managed to stick his feet into the sand and get his head out of the water.

"Her — Cough! Cough! — 'Ermione?"

"Here!" he heard her from behind him. He turned around and saw her, sopping wet, though with a gleam of amusement on her eyes.

"Fuck, that was almost painful," he said, shaking his head.

"It was," she nodded, and then burst into laughter.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"You should have seen your face when the wave hit you," she explained, giggling.

"Mmmh," he grunted. "What the hell was that, by the way? The sea was rather calm …"

"Well, it seems now it isn't," said Hermione, as another wave, lower than the previous, but still quite high, passed them, making them bounce up and down.

"Yeah," he nodded. Impeccable timing, these waves had, he thought. Just when Hermione was about to wank his cock —

"There comes another, Ron! Let's jump!" she warned. Ron saw it coming, and this time, unlike the previous one, it broke just before them. Ron jumped in the water, and Hermione did the same, her perfect tits moving deliciously. She laughed, and he couldn't help but laugh as well.

They played in the water for a long time, sometimes jumping the waves, sometimes diving to go through them underwater. At times, waves broke unexpectedly, dragging them towards the shore and making them laugh hard. Then, about an hour later, the waves seemed to become smaller and smaller, and they just floated in the water, tired but happy.

Ron took her in his arms again, and then told her to just straighten her body. He put one hand under the centre of her back and the other under her thighs, keeping her almost on the surface.

"Close your eyes."

She looked at him, clearly thinking whether she should trust him or not.

"Come on, Hermione, I promise I won't let you drown."

"Okay," she said, and closed her eyelids.

Ron looked at the length of her body and felt his cock stirring once more. Fuck, the mounds of her tits looked amazing, and then her flat stomach, her little bellybutton and finally the triangle of fabric covering her pussy. Fuck, her pussy … He was completely obsessed with it. Okay, he was a teenage boy who had lost his virginity barely a week and a half ago, so he supposed it was normal, but still …

He shook his head and began to move in the water as he originally had intended to, dragging her around.

"Oh, Ron …" she moaned, smiling. "It's so relaxing! It feels as if I were flying, or falling, in a way …"

He grinned. "You like it, then?"

"Mmmh, yes …"

Ron did it for a bit more, until she shivered a little. He noticed that the skin on her cleavage had erupted into gooseflesh, and her nipples were again rather hard.

"Cold?" he asked, stopping.

She opened her eyes to look at him and nodded. "A bit. Can we get out of the water now?"

He nodded. He was starting to feel rather cold, now that they had stopped playing and jumping. Hand in hand, they walked towards the shore and then to their towels. As they did, Ron couldn't help but look around. Hermione was right, some girls were wearing skimpier bikinis than hers. Fuck, he hadn't realised before the high number of attractive women in this beach, showing such amounts of flesh. Maybe for Muggles this was normal, but in the Wizarding world, where robes were the usual attire, this was a bit too much.

"That felt amazing. Where did you learn to do it?" Hermione asked him, taking him out his reverie.

"What? Rubbing your pussy to make you cum?" he teased.

She slapped his shoulder. "No, you git. That floating thing."

He shrugged. "Dunno. It just occurred to me. I had never done that before."

"Well, it was amazing," she said, turning towards him. Ron smiled at her. Not knowing why, he looked over her shoulder and saw a group of three boys looking at them. Well, at her. Specifically, the one not wearing sunglasses was staring directly at her ass. And, giving his expression, he liked what he saw.

He glared at him, and he just smiled, dismissing his threatening glare, like saying he would look all he wanted and, if he really tried, he could get her. It was true that the three looked as if they were about twenty years old or so, and quite fit, but fuck, he could curse them in a second. It was his girlfriend's ass they were ogling!

"Ron?" she asked, furrowing her brow. Ron, without saying anything, just pulled on her hand to walk towards their towels. "Ron, what's —?"

"They were staring at your ass," he muttered through gritted teeth.

"What? Who?"

"Three perverts back there."

Hermione looked at him and smiled. "Really?"

He glared at her. "What? You want guys looking at your ass?"

"Well, no, but — I don't know, it makes me feel attractive, I suppose."

"I believed I made you feel attracted," snapped Ron.

"And you do. But, wouldn't you like it if some girl made you feel attractive?"

He grunted noncommittally. "I guess. But you would get jealous, right?"

She smiled at him. "Yes, I would. A bit."

"Good," he said, giving her a quick kiss. "Because I'm yours. Only yours."

"Only mine," she agreed.

They resumed walking and reached their towels. Hermione's parents were sitting, talking animatedly. When they saw them approaching, Hermione's mum smiled at them.

"We wondered why you had gone," she said. "How's the water?"

"Freezing," responded Hermione, sitting on her towel and then lying on her back.

"Yeah, but it was fun," added Ron. "We had a great time with all the waves."

Hermione sighed in contentment. "The Sun feels so good," she commented.

Ron nodded and lay down as well, his hand reaching for hers.

"Ron, you should put more sunscreen on," said Mrs Granger.

"Oh, right!" said Hermione, snapping her eyes open.

"But I'm all wet."

"Well, let's wait until you dry a bit, and then I'll put more on you."

"Okay."

It felt so good, lying there under the sun, its warm rays heating his cold skin, with Hermione's hand in his and having absolutely nothing to do but rest. Mmmh, life could be really wonderful …

After a bit, both he and Hermione put more sunscreen on. He again did her back and she his, which caused him another erection. As he waited for it go away, once more lying on his stomach, he prayed they could have sex tonight, or he'd go mad.

After a while, the four of them started talking, enjoying the afternoon, and they played a game of Muggle cards for another hour, until Hermione's mum suggested they went for drinks. So they gathered their things and left the beach, sitting in the terrace of one of the cafés facing the sea. Ron quickly drank a coke and a bottle of water, as he felt rather parched.

"Well, it's half-past six," commented Hermione's dad. "What do you want to do until dinner?"

"Whatever it is, I need another shower before dinner," Hermione said, grabbing a few of her curls. "Salt and sand combined with my hair is a true monstrosity. I can't go anywhere like this."

"Oh, dear, you look fine," interjected her mother. "In any case, I was thinking about having dinner at the hotel. I'm too tired to go looking elsewhere."

"Sounds like a good plan," agreed Mr Granger. "I wouldn't mind another shower, either. It's really hot and I'm quite sweaty."

"What about a walk throughout the village first?" suggested Hermione. "It's not very big."

Ron shrugged. "It's okay with me," he said, though what he really wanted was to take Hermione to one of their rooms and fuck her wildly until they couldn't move and there wasn't one single drop of cum left in his balls.

So they paid, got up and wandered around. The village effectively wasn't large (around 7,500 habitants though during the summer months that number went above 50,000) There wasn't anything very touristic beyond the beaches, but Hermione made them go beyond the limits of the village to the rural area surrounding it. To be honest, Ron wasn't very sure where a village started and another stopped, as there seemed to be houses scattered all over the land as far his eyes could reach. And though he would have liked to be doing other things, he truly enjoyed the stroll, seeing how this was so different from the English countryside.

"It's almost eight, we should go back," commented Hermione's mother at some point, checking her watch. "If you want to take a shower … I don't know about you, but I'm famished."

"Yeah," nodded Ron eagerly. They went back to the hotel, and Ron was a bit surprised to see no one was having dinner yet. In fact, though there were less people in the beach, it was still packed, and those who have left seemed to be in the promenade, as, though still very warm, it wasn't so hot now and, therefore, this was a much better hour for a walk.

They went to their rooms and agreed to meet in the lobby in twenty minutes or so. Hermione gave Ron a quick kiss and then went into her room. He let out a sigh and went back to his. It wasn't that he really expected her to ask him to go with her, given the little time they had, but still, he felt a bit disappointed. He took a quick shower, avoiding the desire to wank — he wanted to keep his load for Hermione — and then got dressed in the jeans he had bought and a white button-up shirt. As he was ready in ten minutes, he stepped onto the balcony and sat down for a bit, watching the busy street outside.

He was still sitting there when someone rang the bell, startling him.

"Ron, it's me," he heard Hermione say through the door. He got up and checked his watch. 20:47.

"Fuck," he muttered, moving quickly to the door and opening it. "Sorry, I didn't realise the time," he apologised before he took in her appearance. "Shit, Hermione, you look amazing!" he exclaimed, eyeing the way the tight-fitting tank top and jeans hugged her curves.

"Thank you," she said with a smile. "You look quite dashing as well. And don't worry, I didn't know if you were still here or had already gone down, but I decided to check."

"Good. I was just sitting on the balcony. It's quite relaxing."

"Sure," she said, and then threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a fierce kiss. Ron, caught by surprise, took a bit to respond, but, when he did, it was in quite an enthusiastic way, his hands flying to her cup her ass and press her against him. They snogged for a full minute before breaking apart, goofy grins on both their faces.

"What was that for?" he asked. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you …"

"Does a girl in love need a reason to kiss her amazing, handsome, sexy boyfriend?"

"I guess not," he replied, beaming.

"Let's go," she said, palming his stomach. "We must feed you before your stomach turns into a monster and starts devouring people."

Ron let out a sarcastic chuckle. "Very funny."

Hermione's parents were already down, and, the moment Ron and Hermione joined them, then went to the restaurant. They asked for a table in the terrace and then ordered. Hermione and her parents opted for some salads, but Ron went for a kind of grilled meat called 'churrasco', apparently very popular in Galicia, with chips. When Ron saw the tray his eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

"Blo — blimey!" he corrected himself. "Is this all for me?"

The waiter smiled at him. "Well, no one goes hungry in Galicia, sir."

"I see," he nodded.

"Are you going to eat all that?" asked Hermione, astounded.

"I dunno, but I'll certainly try," declared Ron, making Mr Granger laugh.

It wasn't easy, but the meat was really tasty, and the chips were fantastic, so he ended up eating everything. Or almost everything, as the Grangers tried a bit of meat, which they declared 'delicious.' After dinner, Hermione's parents said they were going to their room for the night.

"What about you?" asked Hermione's mum, looking at them in turns. "Are you going to go out?"

"Not tonight, I'm rather tired as well," said Hermione. "We could go for a short walk, see the sunset, and help Ron burn all those calories."

Hermione's mum laughed. "Okay. See you tomorrow then, dears. Good night."

"Good night, Mum, Dad."

"Good night, Mr and Mrs Granger. And thank you again for having me."

"It's a pleasure, Ron. And, please — no more 'Mr' and 'Mrs', it makes us feel quite old. William and Jane will do."

"Okay," he said, not sure he would be able to do that.

Hermione's parents left them, and Hermione turned towards him. "Ready for that walk?"

"Well, I'd rather burn those calories, as you said, in other ways …" he trailed off, his voice husky.

"Oh, I plan on that, but I can't go to bed right now, I'm way too full. I swear that salad was for three people, not one."

Ron laughed and they got out, exiting the hotel through a side entrance. Hand in hand, they walked along the promenade, barely talking, just enjoying their time together. The streets were full of people and life, and most restaurants were still quite empty. It shocked Ron how late people had dinner here.

At some point, they leaned against the balustrade to watch the Sun setting on the Sea. Hermione leaned against him while they watched, and then resumed walking again. At about ten minutes away from the hotel there was a place which had music on, and quite loud. A large number of teenagers were there, talking loudly and having drinks. Ron stopped in front of it, and, grabbing Hermione's hand, he surprisingly twirled her around. She looked at him in shock, but Ron shrugged and kept moving them. She laughed and followed his clumsy directions. After a bit, he caught her in his arms and pressed her body against his, swaying a bit on the spot. They looked at each other, their gazes locked. He could see the merriment in her eyes, and it made his heart flutter knowing that he could make her happy, that he could make her have fun. And fuck, did she look beautiful …

She leaned up for a kiss, and he responded. The moment their lips touched, he wanted nothing more than to snog her as passionately as he could, but, as they were surrounded by people, he refrained.

"Ron?" she said when they parted.

"Yeah?" he asked, his eyes still fixed on hers.

"Let's go back to my room," she whispered, her words carrying a promise that sent shivers down his spine and made his cock throb.

"Fuck, yeah."

They hurried back to the hotel as the night fell. Ron felt giddy and exhilarated, thinking about spending the night with Hermione again. Or, at least, so he hoped. He would have to go back to his room in the morning, but still, sleeping with her in his arms (preferably naked) was a dream come true.

Hermione seemed to be rather excited as well, as it took her a couple of tries to open her room. Ron followed her inside and, the moment she closed it, he pounced on her, pressing her against the door and snogging her savagely.

"Mmmh," she moaned, her hands moving to his chest, roaming it with desire. Ron grabbed her hips and caressed her sides, his hands sliding under the top to touch her bare skin.

"Ron, what do you want?" she asked between pants. "Tell me, what do you want?"

"What do you want?" he replied.

"Your cock," she said. "I really want to suck your cock."

"It's yours," he said, kissing her soundly once more. "Fuck, Hermione, it's all yours."

With a feral look, she threw away her tank top, revealing the white lace bra she was wearing underneath. Fuck, her tits looked simply delicious, so tightly constricted. Unable to restrain himself, he grabbed her hips once more and then buried his face in her cleavage, grunting.

"Mmmh, Ron …" she moaned, her hands caressing his hair roughly.

"Your jeans," he demanded. "Take them off."

"If you do the same."

They held gazes for a moment, as if in some sort of contest, and then, at once, both took off their trainers, stumbling a bit in their hurry. Ron quickly divested himself of his jeans and then his socks. Hermione had done the same, and now was in front of him in her underwear. Her panties matched the bra, giving her an odd mixture or innocence and sexiness. Her eyes roamed his body, and then she pushed him until he felt on the bed. He propped himself on his elbows and just watched as she knelt on the carpet between his legs, eyeing his bulge with an expression that could only be described as hungry.

"Mmmh, Ron, it's so big …" she moaned, caressing it lustfully. "Such a beast shouldn't be kept in a cage …" she added, lowering his pants to free his aching dick.

"A beast?" he asked, amused.

"Yes," she confirmed, taking it in her hand and making him hiss in pleasure. "It should be able to go free, able to get into those hot, wet caves it loves so much …"

"Holy fuck, Hermione … Do you — do you know where there's one of those …?"

"I do," she declared, and then licked the underside of his cock from the very bottom to the slit on the tip. She tongued it a bit, making Ron moan, and then took the tip in her mouth, slowly, teasingly. Ron groaned in pleasure, both by the incredible feeling and the no less incredible sight. Seeing her lips stretched by his fat cock was one of those images he didn't want to ever forget.

She cupped his balls and kneaded them while she sucked, bobbing her head up and down, her tongue doing the most wicked things to its tip.

"Ah, fuck, your mouth is so warm and wet … More, Hermione. Please, take more, take me deeper … I love it deeper …"

Hermione moaned around him and took another three inches, her eyes dark with lust. Ron arched his back and tilted his head backwards, his eyes closed to savour the intense feeling, the awesome pleasure she was giving him. He let himself fall on his back and just looked down, watching enthralled how she sucked him off, taking a bit more. She was blowing him with gusto and passion, and his cock throbbed in delight. His tip touched the entrance of her throat and he wished for her take him deeper, to let him try that tightness.

"Deeper," he whispered, his tone demanding. "Deeper, Hermione. Take me in your throat. Take me deep."

She kneaded his balls with vigour and sucked another couple of inches in, her throat finally opening to let his dick enter. She seemed to choke a bit, but then she regained control and took a bit more, swallowing hard and eliciting new, wonderful pleasures on his cock.

"Aaah, fuuuck! Like that, Hermione! Oh, your mouth and your throat feel so bloody good! Keep going, keep sucking that cock you love so much! Swallow me!"

She went faster and harder at it, and Ron began to moan uncontrollably, knowing that, if she kept at it like this, after the sexual tension he had endured that afternoon, he was going to cum. Not that he would mind cumming down her throat, that was amazing, but he really wanted to fuck her a few times …

"Stop," he told her. She looked at him, but gave him a couple of sucks before releasing him, a strand of saliva connecting her mouth to his tip.

"Aren't you enjoying what my mouth can do, Ron?"

"Your mouth is fucking amazing, but I want to do something. Take it all off."

She looked at him, but then complied, unclasping her bra and letting it fall. Her tits jiggled and his cock twitched in response. Then she pushed her panties down her thighs, slowly, finally revealing his favourite place in the world, her wonderful, tight, hot, fantastic pussy …

"Now straddle my face and keep sucking my cock."

Her expression lit up with happiness and she jumped on the bed, eager. Ron shifted so he had his head on the pillow and his legs were resting on the mattress instead of hanging on the side. Hermione quickly straddled his chest in reverse, and moved until her groin was above his face, her glistening pussy just above him. Her aroma filled his nostrils and he closed his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath.

"Fuck, your pussy smells amazing."

"And tastes even better," she added, and then lowered herself onto his face, rubbing her slit against him. Ron groaned in delight and lapped at her, savouring her unique, musky taste. His hands moved to her sides and he caressed her for a bit before placing them on her peachy ass, squeezing hard and pressing them against him.

"Ooooh, Ron, yes! Eat my pussy! Eat it! You love pussy, don't you, Ron? You love being smothered by my wet pussy!"

"Yes!" he shouted, though it was muffled by her snatch. "Yes, I love it. Now take my cock back into your mouth and suck it hard!" he ordered, and then shoved his tongue as deep as he could in her dripping hole.

Hermione didn't waste time. The moment Ron's tongue burrowed into her, she engulfed his dick with such hunger and passion he almost blew his load right then. In this position, she could take it more into her throat, which she did eagerly, making him moan like mad against her pussy. He kneaded and squeezed her ass as he sucked and lapped and feasted on her. He didn't do it with finesse, but he knew that his starved approach excited her immensely. He tongue-fucked her hard, and she began to buck her hips, fucking his face. Ron thrust upwards as well, burying him deeper into her willing throat. She moaned around him and sucked as hard as he could, her hand moving to cup his loaded balls once more.

After a bit, Hermione shifted a bit and pushed on one side of the bed, causing them to roll so they were lying on their sides. But they kept at it, Hermione sucking hard, Ron fucking her hole, only this time both could buck their hips, forcing the other to give them more pleasure.

They continued in this position for a couple of minutes, and then Ron rolled them over once more, so this time he was on top. He looped his arms around her thighs, using them to spread her legs wide, his eyes fixed on her pussy. Merlin, he loved her pussy, would simply watch it for hours. And her smell and taste …

He dove back into that cunt, eating it with fervour, his lips closing around her clit. She gave a loud squeal and opened her mouth to moan. Ron took advantage of that to push his cock in deep, his tip entering her throat. She welcomed it, moving he hands to his ass and kneading it. Ron sucked hard on her clit and began to fuck her mouth, trying to be careful not to hurt her.

Fuck, it felt so fucking good, so deliciously tight …

His previous intention of not cumming in her mouth disappeared and he moved more, seeking the release he had been craving the entire afternoon. He moved his right hand from her inner thigh to her pussy and pushed a couple of fingers it. She bucked wildly and he almost laughed, sucking hard on her clit.

The way she moaned made his self-control snap.

"Hermione, gonna cum! Fuck, I wanna — I —"

She seemed to understand, because she pulled him more into her, taking more of his cock and swallowing hard. Ron began to thrust into her mouth and throat and then exploded, shooting powerfully. He grunted like a beast, his face buried in her pussy, while she swallowed audibly, taking all he had to give.

"Ahhh, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck …!" he shouted as his cock stopped spurting. She kept sucking, though, clearly intent of having it all. Then Ron resumed his own assault and sucked hard, moving his fingers in sync. She must have been really close as well, or maybe him cumming in her mouth had aroused her even more, as, in barely a minute, she took his cock out of her mouth and shouted. "Right there! Right there, Ron! I'm about to cum! Ohhh, suck that clit! Suck that clit and help me cum hard! I want to cum hard, I —- YES! Oh, oh, Ron, YES! YES!"

Ron kept sucking as she trashed under him, until, too sensitive, she tried to close her thighs. Ron understood and lifted his face, looking at his job. With a satisfied smile etched upon his face, he rolled off her, sighing in bliss.

"Merlin, that was amazing, Hermione …"

"Mmmh …"

He lifted his head to look at her. She had curled her left arm and had its hand covering her forehead.

"I wasn't too rough, right? I mean, I'm quite big and we haven't been doing this for long."

"No, I loved it," she said, looking at him with a smile on her own. "It excited me so much when you got on top and started fucking my mouth. And I love your thick cock, Ron …" she said, moving her right hand to grab it. She stroked it and Ron felt it began to stir once more.

"Ah, Hermione …"

"Mmmh, it wants to keep playing," she said, delighted. "Ready to go into a tighter, warmer, wetter cave, you beautiful beast?" she muttered, moving her head to kiss the tip.

"Oh, fuck!" Shit, he really, really, really loved her dirty talking. It was simply incredible. His thoughts were interrupted when she climbed atop him, straddling his thighs. She stroked his cock a few times, until it hardened completely, and then gave him a radiant smile as she crawled over him, placing her pussy on top of his dick and her hands on both sides of his head. Ron couldn't help but look at her dangling tits and she smirked.

"Like the view, Ron?"

"Yeah."

"And what about this?" she teased, lowering herself and sandwiching his cock between her scorching pussy and his belly, her lips open so his dick slide across the wet channel.

"Hermione, Merlin …" he moaned, his hands grabbing her hips to get her to take his cock in.

"What about this, Ron?" she insisted, rubbing harder, the tip brushing against her clit.

"Feels good, but I need more."

"Yes? And what do you want? Tell me."

"Your pussy," he pleaded. "I want your pussy, Hermione."

"Tell me how much you like my pussy, Ron. Tell me how it feels around your cock."

"I adore your pussy, it's my favourite place in the world! I love it so fucking much. It feels so tight and hot around my prick, it makes me cum so hard …"

"Mmmh, yes. Tell me more," she pressed, moving her body in sinful ways and driving Ron mad.

"I wanna fuck it. I wanna fuck it hard and deep!"

"And what about cumming? Do you want to fill it up with cum?"

"Yes, yes!" he cried. "Please, Hermione!" he yelled, tightening the grip on her hips. "Get my fucking cock in your cunt!"

Hermione let out a moan and brought her had down to his. Her hair fell around them as she snogged him wildly. Then he felt her shift a bit and position her entrance on top of his tip. On pure instinct, he thrust up, lodging the tip in her tight, perfect hole.

"Ahhhh," she moaned.

"Enough teasing!" he growled, and, putting his hands on her ass, pushed her down as he thrust upwards, shoving his dick in her to the hilt.

"Gods, Ron, it's so big! Oh, so big!"

"Fuck yeah!" he groaned, his entire body tingling with the immense pleasure being deep in her tight pussy gave him. "Take it deep in your tiny cunt! Take my cock and ride it!"

"Oh, oooh, Ron!" she said, closing her eyes. Ron watched her as he bucked his hips a bit, wanting — no, needing — friction. His hands moved up to her tits and he cupped them eagerly, squeezing both mouths with relish.

"Such amazing tits, such tight, hot pussy … Fuck me!" he demanded. When she didn't move at once, he moved his right hand and smacked her ass, the noise resounding in the room.

"Ron!"

"Ride my cock!"

Hermione gave him a feral look and sat up, taking his shaft to the hilt. Ron looked down, and practically drooled when he saw her cunt split open by his thick girth. Then, putting her hand son his chest for support, she began to move, slowly at first, sliding just a couple of inches up and down, but then she sped up, her pussy releasing almost his entire cock before slamming down forcefully to take it deep once more.

The pleasure was overwhelming.

"Oh, gods, gods, Ron!" she said as she moved faster and faster. Ron's hands moved from her hips to her ass to her tits, watching her practically without blinking, as he didn't want to miss a second of this beautiful, sexy vixen riding his cock, with her wild hair and bouncing tits. She was fucking him like a woman possessed, turning his brain into a puddle of flesh.

"Fuck, Hermione, fuck, like that!" he shouted through gritted teeth. "Fuck me! Ride me! Harder!"

"Yes, yes, HARDER!" she shouted, looking wild. "This cock is mine, Ron! Mine! Ah, my pussy feels amazing wrapped around it! Gods, it's so hard, so good! Tell me you love this, Ron! Tell me you love my pussy fucking you!"

"I love your pussy! I LOVE YOUR FUCKING PUSSY! Now go harder! Cum all over me!"

"Oh, yes, I'm going to cum hard, Ron, all over your fantastic cock! I've been wanting to do this since you fingered me in the water! That — aaaah, gods! — that was so naughty, so daring, I loved it so much! Ohhhh, you make my pussy so happy! My pussy is so happy, Ron!"

"Fuuuck, Hermione, you're gonna make me explode! You'd better —"

"Cumming!" she shouted suddenly, her entire body seized by tremors of pleasure. Ron's hands flew to her tits and he squeezed them hard as he thrust up, practically lifting her knees off the bed. "Ohhh, Ron, Ron, Ron, Rooon! Ron! Ohhh, fuuuuck!"

Ron let her ride it out for a bit and then, unable to control himself, he rolled then on the bed so he was on top. He wrapped her legs around his waist and then bent over her, his right hand under her ass to keep her pressed against him.

"Gonna pound your pussy raw!"

"Do it! Do it, Ron! Fuck me! Fuck me until you cum!"

Ron kissed her and then began to thrust, working against the spasms of her still fluttering pussy. He dug his fingers in her ass as he threw himself at her with all his might, his cock entering and exiting her hole like a blur. The sight of her bouncing tits was too much, and he released her ass. Shifting a bit, he opened her legs wider and pounded with all his might while he kneaded her breasts with his right hand, forcefully and roughly. Hermione arched her back and closed her eyes, squealing in pleasure.

"Ron! Ron, I'm going to cum again! I'm going to — Oh, fuck, Ron, that's amazing! Ohhh, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop! Fuck me until I can't move! Fuck me forever! Aaaahh!"

"Holy fuuuuck!" he shouted, her clutching pussy doing wonderful things to his thrusting cock. He felt his own desire and need coil tightly in his groin and then, with a hard, almost violent thrust, it snapped. His cock swelled and began to spurt once more, filling her to the brim with a new load of cum. "Fucking shit, Hermione! Ahh, fuuuuck!"

"Oh, yes, yes, Ron! I can feel you! Oh, cum in me! Cum in my pussy!"

Ron kept thrusting even though his entire body was demanding him to stop. But he wouldn't stop until every drop of semen was in her, until her perfect pussy was overflowing with it.

"Holy buggering fuck …" he blurted out when, finally, his cock stopped spurting, and he fell on top of her, their sweaty chests moving together as they panted, enjoying the afterglow of their amazing fuck.

He felt her hand brush a sweaty lock out of his forehead and he looked down at her.

"Ron that, was amazing, I love you so much …"

"Fuck, you can say that … We're amazing at this …"

"I came twice in two minutes … Mmmh, you make my pussy so happy …"

Ron groaned. "You keep talking like that and I'm gonna have you again!"

"And if I don't, you won't, then? Because I want more, Ron. I want to have sex again, and again, and then sleep for a bit and wake up so we can do it once more …"

"Bloody fuck, Hermione …"

"Don't you want to?" she asked, caressing his face. "My pussy only had my own hand, fingers and some toys for years. Now that it tasted what your cock feels like, it wants it again and again."

"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" he said, feeling his cock move a bit. How could it not, when it was still in that tight furnace that was her pussy?

"Only if you think you could dead by fucking …"

"Fuck, Hermione!" he exclaimed, and then kissed her hard. Hermione moaned against his mouth and began tightening and releasing her cunt muscles, coaxing his cock to get hard again. And it responded, stirring a bit, though he knew it would take a bit. He had cum twice in barely fifteen minutes, and it was already the fourth and fifth times that day …

They kept snogging for a couple of minutes, taking brief breaks to get air, but even those were used to nip at cheeks and necks, as if they were unable to keep their mouths off the other.

Suddenly, Hermione pushed him off her and he rolled onto his back, a bit surprised. She didn't bother with explanations and just shifted once more so she was lying on her side, but with her head towards his feet. He watched her, not understanding, until she grabbed his cock, stroking it, and then leaned with her face, lapping at the tip.

Ron closed his eyes for a moment. "Fuck, Hermione …"

"Ron, look at my pussy," she demanded, her voice husky and alluring, at the same time she lifted her left leg, giving him a perfect view of her cunt. "Tell me, how does it look?" she asked, taking the tip on his dick in her mouth and sucking playfully.

Ron stared at that little piece of flesh, with its slit, swollen nub, tight hole and those little, trimmed curly hairs. "It looks simply amazing. Delicious. It's swollen and leaking. It looks so well fucked …"

"Mmmh," she moaned around his cock, causing a shiver to run down his spine. "That's because your cock fucked it so well, Ron …"

"Fuck, Hermione!" he shouted and, overwhelmed by lust, he buried his face into it again, not caring that she was leaking cum, and lapped at it.

"Ohhhh, Ron, oooh!"

"Mmmh, love this pussy … so tasty … so hot …"

"Love it! Love it by licking it hard!" she demanded, and then engulfed his prick once more, swallowing audibly around it. It was again completely hard and rearing to go.

"How do you — ahh — want me?" she asked, releasing him, though he was still licking her.

He moved away from her juicy twat and licked his lips before looking at her.

"I want you on all fours. I want to fuck you from behind, enjoying that sexy ass you've got."

Her face lit up with delight and quickly moved to get into position, looking at the headboard. "Come on, Ron. Fuck me. Give me that cock."

Ron was about to, but, seeing those tits so close, he shifted a bit and put his head under her chest. Then took a nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily.

"Ahh, Ron!"

"Mmmmh," he moaned, sucking harder. "I've wanting to suck on those tits since you took off your top at the beach," he told her, and then sucked again. As he did, his right hand moved to between her legs and he shoved his middle finger in her, finger-fucking her while his palm pressed against her clit. She moaned loudly, lowering her torso so he could take more breast into his mouth, which he greedily did. Soon, Hermione was moaning wantonly and bucking her hips to fuck his finger. And though he loved sucking her tits, his cock twitched in envy of his finger, so he moved from under her, which cause her to groan in disappointment.

"Don't worry, love, I'll fill that pussy up again very soon!" he promised, positioning himself behind her and between her legs. The view was simply spectacular, and he couldn't help but smacking both cheeks with his large palms, relishing the way her ass jiggled. She whimpered loudly.

Ron, feeling lustful and horny, grabbed her ass and spread her wide, revealing her little rosebud to him. He licked his lips at the sight. It looked so tight and inviting …

But that was for another time, if ever. He moved closer to her and used his right hand to slide his tip along the slit of her pussy. At once, she pushed back to get more friction. He grinned, and the put the tip at her entrance.

"Beg me for it."

She looked at him over her shoulder, a smouldering look on her brown eyes. "Ron, shove that cock of yours into my pussy right now! I want it hard!"

"Take it all then!" he shouted, and holding her by her hips, he thrust forwards as hard as he could, burying himself in her once more, his balls slapping against her clit.

"Ohhhh, Ron!"

"Fuck, so tight! I love this pussy of yours, always so tight for my cock!" he exclaimed. "Get ready to be fucked, Love!"

"Ron, do it! HARD!"

Ron retreated and then pushed again, his hips slamming against her cheeks, the slapping noise music to his ears. His hands roamed over her back, sides and ass as he fucked her relentlessly. He didn't need to hold her because she was pushing against him, one hand on the headboard.

Ron threw his head backwards, aching his chest as he roared in bliss, his cock moving at top speed in and out of her snug cunt. Merlin's saggy bollocks, it felt so good, so amazing! He would never tire of fucking her. Never. In fact, he wished he could fuck her forever, that his cock would never get soft so he could keep it in her cunt at all times.

"Ah, ahh, Roon, that's amazing! Oh, I'm getting close again!" she moaned after a few minutes.

"Already?" he asked, delighted yet surprised.

"Your finger before … and you sucking my tits … Oh, gods, every inch of my pussy is full of your cock!"

"And you love it, don't you?" he growled, thrusting harder.

"Yes! I love your big, fat cock, Ron! You know it!"

"You like it in your pussy?"

"Yes!"

"And in your mouth?" he added, his hands grabbing handfuls of her cheeks and spreading them wide.

"YES!"

"And what about your ass, Hermione? What if I took my cock from your pussy and shoved it deep in this tight asshole?" he inquired, moving his right thumb to glide over her rosebud teasingly.

"I — Oh, gods, Ron! I'm right there! Ooooh, right there!" she yelled. She moved the hand on the headboard so it was under her, and Ron knew she was kneading her own tits.

"Yeah, touch those tits! Touch them imagining I'm shoving my dick in your tight ass! My entire, fat cock in your ass!"

"Ohhh, Ron, Rooooon! I'm cumming! I'm cumming again!"

"Shit, yeah, cum on my cock! Fuck, I'm cumming too!" he groaned and, buried himself to the hilt in her fluttering pussy as he started to unload for the third time, emptying his balls in her.

Spent, she felt onto her stomach, panting heavily. Ron watched her, his eyes focusing on her ass, red due to the slamming he had given her. And her pussy was leaking again, looking swollen and abused.

He dropped on the bed next to her and put and arm over her back, panting and feeling deeply, utterly satisfied. For now, at least.

Expect a new chapter around Thursday! Give me feedback!